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There sometimes comes a time for men when they look above them
and see nothing but sky. It’s not as if they were expecting to see God,
perched upon a cloud and nodding wisely down at them. It’s not being
unable to find God in nature that really marks a crisis of faith, it is not being
able to find God in man. They will look into another man’s eyes and see
nothing but a cruel and petty reflection of those thoughts that fill their own
minds. Man always loses his soul when he looks into another man and is
unable to find anything but flesh. It is rarely as clear as this though. If you
would ask an unbelieving man what was the moment he lost his faith, he
they try to justify the question to themselves. They might say that it was the
minute when a family member died, or when they realized that no God could
let mankind flagellate itself the way it does. This is pure fabrication, simply
threads of imagination knitting together a dream that isn’t quite whole. Faith
from the drain once the cut has opened. And this wound is more venomous
than most. When the body is wounded it will do everything it can do staunch
the flow. The body desires life. When the spirit is wounded, there is no desire
to heal the wound. If anything, it is desire itself that spills out with faith.
These are the thoughts that flitted through the mind of the Devil as he
woke up one morning. He lay in bed, sheets half covering his wretched
frame. Maybe he is more observant than man, maybe he is the same, but he
realized that this was the precise moment when he knew that he no longer
was light headed with the conflicting emotions of joy and sorrow. He turned
his hand around slowly, first this way and then the other, watching the
morning’s light dance around his fingers. He started to sit up, but slid back
into his bed after half an effort. The flicker of a smile pulled his lips tight,
pulled tighter into a grimace and then relaxed again. What a foolish thing!
What would people think if they knew! Why was it acceptable for them to
lose faith though, as if it were the most natural thing in the world? They
discard it every day as if it were old fruit. Why was the Devil, the thing they
hate more than anything, held to a higher standard than they themselves
were? Ridiculous!
Laughing self consciously, the Devil finally drew himself from bed. He
stared bleakly into the large mirror that was propped up unceremoniously in
the corner of the room. It had been there since he moved into the place a
year ago; he was never much of one to decorate. He watched as the image
of himself peered out of the glass at his own thin body. He was always rather
put off by the ideas people had of what he should look like. Over the
centuries they had imagined all sorts of beastly shapes: horns, hooves, a
goatee and mottled skin being one of the most prevalent. If people were
going to give animal attributes to him, why did they decide that the features
of a goat were the most evil and terrifying ones? Really, no imagination. In
fact the Devil looked like quite an ordinary man. There was soft black hair on
his head, arms and legs where they were supposed to be and a dazzling
smile for those unlucky enough to please him. He didn’t bear this form
was useful. The Devil found it terribly ironic that the most evil shape he could
think of was that of man… a joke against God. Maybe a joke against himself
now. God was no more real to him than the coat tails of his dreams.
outside. He made a grab for his jacket that hung by the door, accidently
knocking it off its hook onto the ground. He stared at it for a second, then left
it where it lay, walking out the door. Winter was just beginning to set in. The
season had decided it appropriate to put a chill in the air, although it wasn’t
quite enthusiastic enough to bring snow yet. The Devil was walking without a
specific destination in mind, which is the perfect activity for thinking deep
thoughts. Trotting down the rusted iron stairs that led from the back of his
Trees and houses marched solemnly past as he made his way away
from town. He had picked his apartment there as the location flirted with the
line between civilization and wilderness, right on the edge of town. The Devil
avoid them. He was headed away from town today because he didn’t think
he could bear to have someone look at him. He was like everyone else who
carried a great secret, deathly afraid that the veiled thought might somehow
display itself clearly upon his face. Even if they couldn’t guess, what could he
possibly want with man at the moment? Would he ask for their pity? Would
he torture them as he once thought was his role? Why play the part when
the director isn’t watching? His wry smile flickered across his face once
more. He felt as if he had just been fired from a job that he had lived his
entire life.
The path wound its way around the final house and emptied itself into
a nearby forest. He had spent a lot of time wandering these woods whenever
a romantic idea was fastened in his thoughts. Romantic ideas always seek
seclusion from the people they romanticize about. The woods offered a
perfect escape from it all. The trees quickly thickened into a barrier
impassible to sight. Mere yards from the edge of town one could feel as if
humanity was nothing more than a myth. After the initial dense underbrush
the woods opened up dramatically into several large clearings. The Devil had
a favorite spot though, that was where he was going. His feet were carrying
directions.
forest. The trees parted obligingly to his familiar presence as he sought his
tree stump. Whenever he came into this forest he made his way to this
gnarled stump that had weathered almost as much time as he had. No other
trees or vegetation pressed in around it, it was as if the forest had drawn
back out of respect. The trunk was as wide as a dozen other trees together
and at least ten feet tall, testimate to what an incredible thing nature had
once held here. It had been brought down to a stump long before the Devil
had lived here. He had visited it often on his wanderings, and was in fact one
of the main reasons he was now living in this town… but he hadn’t been to
visit it in awhile now. His absence had been could be blamed on his busy life
though and not from a lack of the romantic thoughts that always brought
him here.
paused. A bedraggled trail led whimsically away from the clearing that had
never existed before. It winded off to the side and industriously cleared
charming about this path. The path existed in the face of such adversity, but
many things were able to do that. It not merely existed here though, it
seemed that it belonged here. If such a said could be said about a path, this
path was definitely content with the location that had been chosen for it.
meandering route. How can the path matter when the end does not? And
how can the end matter when the path does not… The Devil had lost his end
and his path. With God gone, maybe he was nothing but a man now. What
did men do when they lose their way? They sought help in other men,
generally. But who would stoop to help the Devil when he had fallen?
The path soon began a steep decline, dodging back and forth between
steep rocks. A valley suddenly revealed itself from where it hid. The once
menacing rocks that lined the path gently gave way to a rolling slope which
converged from all sides. In the very center of the valley stood a small
humbly in the front window. The Devil laughed at what fortune had dealt
him. He couldn’t resist the irony, it was delicious. Increasing his trot he
hurried towards the church. Soon he was running, laughing at himself while
he stumbled the last few paces as he pulled up short before the door. He
reached for the door, but then pulled his hand back. The laughter ebbed
while he caught his breath. He reached for the door again laying his hand
against the rough wood. Again he withdrew, frowning at himself. These men
Turning his back to the door, he stood awhile in thought. Just as he was
about to leave however, the door opened behind him and the soft voice of an
old man issued forth. “Why do you hesitate to enter the house of God, my
son?”
The Devil turned and smiled. “I am not your son. Or if I am, then I am
the son who rebels against his father. You have nothing to offer me.”
“The son who rebels needs his father more than the one who obeys.”
Replied the priest smoothly. Those who find me are those who seek me.
Come inside.” Before the Devil could offer his rebuttal, the priest turned and
went back inside the log church. He left the door open as an invitation to
follow him. The Devil waited a bit and looked around him. What an odd place
for a church! So far from the city, it was a bird feeder where the birds could
not reach. It looked as if the building had been constructed slowly by hand,
each log painstakingly collected and assembled. So much work for so little
reward. If there was any reward at all… The Devil entered the church with
“Close the door.” The Devil obliged without thinking. He was past the
point of caring at the moment, only waiting to see what would happen next.
“Invite me to your den and hide? What do you want with me?” He
asked the musty air. The air considered for a moment, and then responded
“Step into the confessional, I am here to help you.” It was only then that the
Devil realized the voice was coming from a large partitioned confessional,
two doors and a blanket covering each one. Shining black boots could be
seen peeking from the bottom of one of the doors. This was all too much for
the Devil. Thoroughly beginning to enjoy himself he pushed the blanket aside
and sat down across from the priest. A small door opened in the barrier
saying to him, and I will help you through his hand.” The Devil stared into
“Ah, my son,” whispered the priest. “Your words are those of the lost…
but not the damned. You merely need someone to set you upon the path of
faith once more. Tell me, has something changed in your life recently and
The devil leaned back and laughed. “No padre. Nothing ever changes.
The universe is as immutable as when it was made and it always will be.”
“Not always,” the aged preacher gentle chided. “One day the world will
There was a soft rustling as the priest shuffled out of the confessional.
The devil, staring out at him, found it difficult to say just how old the man
was. His wrinkled skin and colorless hair put him well over sixty, yet his
broad shoulders and clear gaze made it hard to tell which decade the priest
inhabited.
“What is your name, old man?” the devil asked, suddenly curious.
The preacher smiled, his wrinkles hiding his little eyes. “My name is
The devil snorted. “I am the Serpent, the Dragon, the Morning Star. I
am no child.”
“You are vain, sir. We are all children of god, even you. We all have
much to learn.”
Daniel smiled once again. “Very well, Iblis. Will you pray with me?”
The Devil, Iblis, looked across the room at the plain, hewn wood cross
set against the far wall. He shook his head and turned away.
“Old man,” the devil thundered back, “I was by Jesus’ side when he
died. I heard him screaming when the soldiers nailed him to it, I saw the fear
“Not anything, my son. Satan offered him a way out, but he knowingly
The devil ground his teeth, now slightly irritated. And irritated by a
human priest, of all things. “Jesus was a fool. He died for nothing. I will prove
“You cannot shake my faith, Iblis, I already know the truth,” Daniel
replied, slipping his arms into his robe. “You will too before this ends.”
Showing off suddenly pointed teeth, the devil crossed his wrists above
his head. Gleefully, remembering his old calling once more, Iblis stretched
out his arms. As he did so the whole church shook and rumbled, while red
light began to seep through the stained glass windows, forming shining
pentagrams on the walls. With a lurch, the entire church slipped down, into
the ground.
Daniel landed heavily on the pews a few jumbled seconds later. The air
was thicker and more sulfurous than it had been, and there was no sign of
Stunned, Daniel unsteadily got to his feet and walked out of his tiny
church. The ancient building was now perched on top of a plateau of jet
black rock, with rivers and lakes of flame stretching out below as far as the
eye could see. In the distance, massive, black shapes like many limbed
spiders clambered about, skirting the pools of fire. In the air, smaller
shadows flitted from place to place, screaming like banshees all the way up
behind the priest. “You, however, are far from the only ‘holy man’ here.”
Daniel closed his eyes and took a few deep, slow breaths before
turning around. Iblis grinned, showing off teeth that wouldn’t have been out
“So,” the devil continued, “if there really were a god, then surely he
wouldn’t have allowed me to cast one of his faithful priests and an entire
Silently, the devil wondered if that question was for the priest’s benefit
or his own.
Iblis sighed and with a flick of his wrist shattered one of the intricate
stained glass windows on the church, the pieces blowing out into the void of
hell.
The devil led his captive preacher to the edge of the plateau and
pointed down into the nearest lake of flames. There, chained naked to a red
hot slab of iron, lay a handsome young man with curly brown hair. Above him
three flaming vultures circled, taking turns to fly down and plunge their
bloody beaks into the screaming man. Daniel covered his mouth with the
back of one hand, trying to keep his meager lunch in his stomach.
“That is the real champion of mankind, not Jesus Christ. His name is
Prometheus, he was a titan. He’s been tortured like this for the past two
thousand years or so, every few hours his organs grow back. Then the
The devil shrugged. “That’s the thing, isn’t it? He never did anything to
me. His only crime was perpetrated against a dead god, I just inherited him
when I took over management of hell. I don’t know… I guess it was just
easier to keep torturing him rather than setting him free. I thought about it a
“Let him go,” Daniel begged, unable to take his eyes off the grisly
“Please, in the name of all that is holy, let the poor man go!”
The devil shrugged and waved a hand. With a final cry the flaming
splatter of blood. The red hot slab Prometheus was chained to cooled to
black iron and the entire lake of fire went out. The young demigod finally
“See?” Iblis asked, turning back to Daniel. “And I did this just to some
Greek legend. I’ve done a lot worse to the humans sent down here. Even to
kids. I did it because I’m evil and that’s my purpose. But I don’t think a real
god would let this sort of stuff go on under his nose. So, Nietzsche was right.
God is dead.”
“Yeah,” the devil laughed. “Speaking of which, you should SEE what
“You’ve got to stop torturing all of the souls here. I’ll help you set
everyone free.”
“I haven’t decided to go that far yet. I mean, there are some pretty
Daniel looked down. The cliff suddenly seemed to extend for hundreds
of feet below him. He gritted his teeth and pressed on. After climbing for
exhausted. He had climbed a long way, but the ground seemed no closer.
Daniel jumped, almost toppling off the edge. The devil was suddenly
beside him.
“Then why did you bring me here?” Daniel demanded, shaken and
angry.
today, since I found out there is no god and I have no purpose in life. You
know.”
“For the faithless, there’s only one way to see if there is a god or not.
Iblis smiled and shook his head, as though chiding an infant. “It’s not
easy to get there. There were certain precautions put in place after my
rebellion. You have to go through purgatory now, and that’s a long route.”
“This god damned cliff!” Daniel roared, opening his eyes. With a start,
he realized that he already was at the bottom, his ledge was suspended a
mere five feet above the ground. Looking up, Daniel could see his poor
church only fifteen or twenty feet above him. Swallowing, Daniel jumped to
the ground and headed towards the huge dark crater where Prometheus lay
chained. The devil trailed along behind, now wearing neat, little, red shoes
me. Maybe especially me, eternal life can feel a little pointless without some
Daniel scrambled down into the crater and turned around to find the
grumpy.
“I suspect he’s a little angry. He has been on fire and been eaten alive
for quite some time now. People tend to remember that for a while. Let’s just
blame the whole thing on Zeus, the kid hasn’t been keeping up with world
affairs anyway.”
muttered, “Bastard.”
Looking up into the bloody sky, the devil could see nothing beyond the
clouds.